I wander these tracks, abandoned yet whispering with the echoes of trains that once rushed past. Sidetracks serve their purpose unseen, branching off with no clear ending, destinations blurred in the fog of routine. But I take solace here, amidst rusted rails and wildflowers fighting through the cracks.
The thought whispers, echoes like a bird's call:
"Follow the gnats, and they'll lead you to the shoreline's edge where dreams intermingle with the tide."
Dare the Anomaly - @ dusk, the train whistle fades.My inner monologue drifts on, an unseen river carving paths through my consciousness. Each sidetrack reveals possibilities, an anthology of what could have been; railroaded by choices yet untethered by constraints.
Sitting here, I ponder the alignment of stars, galaxies strewn like breadcrumbs...
Wander in Frequencies - The alignment sings.Barefoot on the pebbles, I feel the kiss of earth; fragmented memories sprout like wild thyme between the cinders and wooden scraps of past journeys. I am a traveler of nowhere, savoring the roadside snacks of reverie.
Whoofly Visions of Echo - A blast from past, or phantasm glimpsed.